"Joey!" cried David, all the bitterness in his soul leaping to his lips, "do you know what has happened?"
Joey"s quaint old visage was never so solemn. His pipe was out; it hung rather limply in his mouth.
"Mrs. Braddock "as told me," he said. "They "ad to do it. They owed "im nearly seventeen thousand dollars."
"What is to become of her--and Christine?" cried the boy, his face working.
"The good G.o.d may take care of "em," returned the clown slowly. He puffed hard at his cold pipe. "I"m not surprised at wot"s "appened, Jacky. It"s part of "is game. Some day afore long he"ll kick Braddock out of the business altogether. That"s the next step. She can"t do anything, either. All she"s got in the world is in this "ere show.
If--if she"d only go back home to her father! But, dang it, she swears she won"t do that. She"ll work in the streets first."
"She can have all I"ve got," announced David eagerly.
"She ain"t the kind to give up this "ere property without a fight, Jacky. They"ll "ave to make it absolutely impossible for her to stay afore she"ll knuckle to "em. She"s got pluck, Mary Braddock "as. I know positive she "as more "n twenty thousand in this show. She put most of it in a couple of years ago when Brad swung over the deal with Van Slye. Since then she"s put the rest in to save the shebang. I say, Jacky, I observed you a-talking to _him_. Wot is he going to do with you? Give you the bounce?"
"No," said David, clenching his hands. Then he repeated all that had taken place in the menagerie tent.
"I will not sit at table with that beast," he exclaimed in conclusion.
Joey led him off to a less conspicuous part of the tent. He appeared to be turning something over in his mind as they walked along.
"Jacky, I know it goes "ard with a gentleman like you to sit down with a rascal like "im, but I fancy you"ll "ave to lump your pride and do wot he arsks."
"I"m--I"m hanged if I do!" cried the other.
"Well, now, just look at it from another point," said Joey earnestly.
"You can"t afford to oppose "im right now. Besides, there"s others as needs you. There"s got to be some one in the party to look out for Mrs.
Braddock and Christine. Brad won"t, so you"re the one. Stick to "em, Jacky, and if needs be, the whole show will back you up. You just go to supper with "em."
"You"re right, Joey," said David, his face flushing. "They stood by me, I"ll stand by them."
"The restaurant is down the main street near the "otel," explained the old clown. "Ruby and me will walk down with you. And, by the way, I"ve been talking with d.i.c.k Cronk about you. He arsked me to tell you to be mighty careful of that wad o" money." Joey winked his left eye. "He"s a terrible honest sort of chap, d.i.c.k is, so I told "im you"d put it in a bank. Which relieved "im tremendous. He"s took a fancy to you, and he says he"s working on a scheme to get you out of all your troubles at "ome."
"Oh, if there is only a way to do it!" cried David fervently. "If I could go back to dear old Jenison Hall, Joey! I could give them a home--for all their lives. I would do it. And you could come there, Joey--you and Ruby. Oh, you don"t know how I long to be there. My old home! I--I--"
"Don"t get excited now, laddie," warned old Joey. He spent a minute in calculation. "That there d.i.c.k Cronk is a mighty cute chap. You never can tell wot he"s got in that noddle of "is. No, sir, you never can tell."
CHAPTER IX
A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
That supper was one of the incidents in David Jenison"s life always to stand out clear and undimmed. The party of five sat at a table in a remote corner of the dingy little eating-house. At no time were they free from the curious gaze of the people who filled the place, a noisy b.u.mptious crowd of country people making the most of a holiday. The glamour was over them. Some one had recognized "Little Starbright" in the simply clad, demure young girl; the word was pa.s.sed from table to table. She was stared at and whispered about from the time she entered the place until she left.
David, alert and dogged, soon forgot the boorishness of the country-folk, however, in the painful study of conditions near at hand.
Colonel Grand, the host, was most affable. More than that, he was tactful. While there was an unmistakable air of proprietorship in his manner, he had the delicacy or the cleverness not to allow it to become even remotely oppressive. He managed it so that the conversation was carried on almost entirely by the two men. Now and then the three palpably unwilling guests were drawn into it, but with such subtlety on the part of their host that they were surprised into a momentarily active partic.i.p.ation. Thomas Braddock, cleanly shaven and rather uncomfortably neat as to the matter of linen, was garrulous to the point of noisiness. He confined his remarks to the Colonel, or, in a general way, to the tables near by, with an occasional furtive glance at his wife"s set, unsmiling face by way of noting the effect on her.
The topics were commonplace enough: the weather, the prospects ahead, the improvements to be made in the show as business got better.
Mrs. Braddock, who sat at the Colonel"s left, was so noticeably pale and repressed that David wondered if she would be able to go to the end of the wretched travesty without fainting. Unutterable despair hung over her lowered eyelids; it stood out plainly in the lines at the corners of her mouth. Christine seldom looked up from her plate. She sat next to David. He felt the restraint and embarra.s.sment under which the girl suffered. Her cheek went red on more than one occasion when her father"s coa.r.s.e humor offended her delicate sensibilities; she paled under the veiled, insinuating compliments of the other. Once David"s hand accidentally touched hers, below the edge of the table.
His strong fingers at once closed over hers and for many minutes he held them tight, unknown to any but themselves. The dark lashes drooped lower on her cheeks; he could almost detect the flutter in her throat.
The ghastly meal drew to a close. The Colonel, leaning forward, was gazing through half-closed lids at the profile of the woman beside him.
His long, white fingers fumbled with an unused spoon beside her plate.
Once she had hitched her chair a little farther away from his,--an abrupt proceeding that had not failed to attract David"s attention.
"Well, we will have many of these jolly little spreads," he was saying in his oiliest tones. "Birds of a feather, you know. Ha, ha! That"s rather a clever way of putting it, eh, Jack?"
Braddock laughed boisterously. He had lighted a cigar regardless of the waiter"s polite announcement that smoking was not allowed.
"Yes, we will dine together frequently. I like these gay little affairs," went on the Colonel, not even attempting to conceal his shrug of disgust for Braddock. "I am leaving for home to-night, but I expect to return in two or three days. You must all join hands in breaking me into the circus business. Don"t let me be a--what is it you call it? A rube, that"s it. We"ll be the show"s happy family. Every circus has a "happy family." Yes, "pon my soul, I like the life. I _do_ enjoy these quiet, impromptu little suppers.""
David was suddenly conscious that Braddock"s eyes were upon him. He met the gaze, curiously impelled. The man"s face was almost purple; the look in his eyes was not of anger, but of a shame that sprung from what little there was of manhood left in him. Braddock looked away quickly, and an instant later announced that it was time to get back to the "lot."
In front of the restaurant they came upon Artful d.i.c.k Cronk. The pickpocket made no attempt to speak to them, but when his eye caught David"s, he closed it slowly in a very expressive wink.
Braddock hurried on ahead, explaining that he was obliged to look after something at the grounds.
"I"ll look after them," said the Colonel affably. "With Jack"s a.s.sistance," he supplemented. Christine clutched her mother"s arm. The Colonel and David dropped behind, for the narrow sidewalk was crowded.
In this fashion they made their way to the show grounds. Mrs. Braddock and Christine did not once look behind. Colonel Grand chatted amiably with his young companion, but never for an instant was his gaze diverted from the straight, proud figure of the woman ahead.
He entered the dressing-tent with them. There he quietly said good-by to the three of them. The tears of indignation were still standing in Christine"s eyes. He willfully misinterpreted their significance. A hateful tenderness came into his voice, but it did not disturb the sneer on his lips.
"Don"t cry, little one; it is only for a few days," he said.
Christine"s face flamed.
"It"s--it"s not because you are going away!" she cried in angry astonishment. "I wish you would never come back! Never!"
He smiled broadly. "Dear me! And I thought we were getting on so nicely. Pray control yourself, my dear. I had no idea you could be so ferocious. Who does she get it from, Mary?"
Mrs. Braddock started as if stung. Her eyes dilated. It was the first time he had called her by her Christian name.
"How dare you?" she cried, her breast heaving with suppressed anger.
He shook his head dejectedly. "I have much to learn, it seems."
She opened her lips to say more, but reconsidered, and abruptly turned away, drawing Christine after her into the women"s section.
Colonel Grand turned to David. "Young man," he said sharply, "I don"t like the way you look at me. Stop! Not a word, sir! I have taken up the show business seriously. I find that our animal tamers are entirely competent. What we need here is a tamer for vicious and ungentle bipeds. There is a way to tame them, just as there is a way to break the spirit of the lion or the tiger. It shall be my special duty to deal with these unruly human beings. I hope you grasp my meaning. It would not be to my liking to begin my experiments on a young gentleman of Virginia."
"Sir, you"ve already begun!" cried David in a choking voice. "You may do what you like with me, but you"ve just got to let _her_ alone. You--"
Colonel Grand held up his hand. David seemed to be gasping for breath.
"That"s the very thing I like about you, Jack," said his late host derisively. "I can always depend upon you to look after the ladies.
They will be absolutely safe while you are with them. There is a distinct advantage in having a real gentleman about. You see, I can"t always be on hand to--to protect them from such bullies as Thomas Braddock."
His allusion to Braddock was strikingly impersonal.